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"Let's warn her already," the spirits suggested.
"No, not yet! She isn’t ready," her spirit guide argued. Premonitions are strong for her tender age, the guide tried to reason.
The spirits looked over Mildred's sleeping body, as her chest heaved with each soft breath in, and relaxed with each exhale. Mildred was just ten years of age. Too young for visions; yet. Her spirit guide knew it. She was not ready for the visions.
Mildred stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping as she turned to her side. She was a sleeping beauty. So young to carry her gift, so young to interpret premonitions, to interpret dreams.
"But something big is coming her way," the spirits argued. "We better find a way to warn her, maybe she will save them."
Her spirit guide looked at the sleeping beauty, love washing over her.
"Maybe I can do something to warn her, by intervening," the guide said, brightening at the idea.
The other spirits looked on in shock. No spirit guide had ever intervened for their master before; it was unheard of. All they did was warn their masters.
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